This is a song about "Bench"

From the bench to the ball

So fuck em' all

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Be the little kid crying on the bench

I'm making moves, check my french

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life